Sodastream - Send / Phone Lyrics

I know your voice is thin
Know your head is low
Shaking underneath
It's not your day
Fear is closing
Fear is brighter now
Holding others arms
He's gone his way
Whatever changes
Now may you find your door
We were closing we were seated down
Restless little hands
We were caving in
We were falling round
Take his little head in mine
Fear is gone
Let the ground swallow him whole
Take these little tears now
Overcome
For son you could never have sold

Caught in between
And his head is by the door
Saw oregano and fear is right
Curled up in between
By these photos on the floor
Tearing down the seem and burning on
So many changes
Now may they find their door
We were gathered round
See our faces fall
Into him again
Calling from within